When I stayed with you I noticed the stars
City lights had drowned in the anonymity of supermarket brands
Choking with bland fingers
There must be something real about it if all the
Jars are full of country and home.
Something solid wraps round life
Woven from air
By photon packets, posted to your garden where
Raspberries thrust fat thumb-ball bodies
Into existence when
Summer, you know,
Englishman - the drone
Of a lawnmower far off and a train once an hour
Stops in the village.
The sun dries
Earth on your hands you
Close against your chest as there's a leap -
A wildness
You gather with the
Berries and keep.
Even when the winter trespass
Silences growth
Your memory your bride.
Red preserve
Bleeding into virgin semolina sheets
Spoon penetrating.
